Chapter 392 The game of death
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Tie Ma Fei Qiao
The four of them glanced at the bamboo sticks in other people's hands respectively. It can be said that some families were happy and some were sad.
"It's not fair, senior brother Shao Wendong and senior sister Chen Lin met earlier."
The disciples of Tiankun Peak and Dishi Peak all stood up, looking at the bamboo sticks in Shao Wendong's hands that were the same as those in Chen Lin's, showing anger.
Their meeting ahead of time meant that one of them would lose the title of champion.
This battle will eventually tell the winner.
The loser will compete for No.3.
Liu Wuxie's opponent was Wen Haoran, and this result was already expected by Liu Wuxie.
The four walked towards the ring. In order not to affect other people's battle, Liu Wuxie and Wen Haoran chose the left side, and Chen Lin and Wen Haoran chose the right side, with a distance of more than 500 meters.
It can not only guarantee viewing, but also not affect each other's engagement.
"Liu Wuxie, you have finally fallen into my hands. In this battle, you will definitely die."
Wen Haoran also held grudges about the black practice room, and never had the chance to kill Liu Wuxie.
"Life and death battle!"
The evil blade in Liu Wuxie's hand pointed at Wen Haoran, and said three words coldly.
That being the case, why bother talking nonsense, life and death is the battle.
"What, they are going to fight to the death!"
Everyone thought they were crazy. Why did they choose such a crazy move when they came to this point and secured the top four.
Elder Tian Xing showed displeasure on his face, thinking that Liu Wuxie was too crazy, and there was still hope for winning No.3.
The whole martial arts arena suddenly boiled, and even Shao Wendong and Chen Lin came to see it together.
"This kid..."
Chen Lin smiled wryly, not knowing what to say.
"To be grandstanding, luck will run out one day."
Shao Wendong showed a tinge of chills, thinking that Liu Wuxie was sensationalizing, and in the previous few life-and-death battles, he won all of them when he encountered weaker opponents.
There will be no such good luck in the future, Wen Haoran is not an ordinary disciple, his strength is extremely strong, even if it is him, it will not be easy to win.
"I don't think so, I always feel like he's hiding something."
The point of view given by Chen Lin, she had talked with Liu Wuxie, doesn't seem like the kind of person who is aimless.
There are various opinions, and most of them think that Liu Wuxie is crazy, which is not a normal person's behavior.
Hearing the battle of life and death, Wen Haoran hesitated for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Right on my mind!"
Wen Haoran agreed to Liu Wuxie's life-and-death battle, this time, they will not stop dying.
"Shao Wendong asked you to do this. Even if you can't kill me, you should consume my true energy as much as possible to fight for him."
There was a sneer at the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth, piercing through Wen Haoran's little thought.
"So what if you guessed it, anyway, you will die soon."
Wen Haoran didn't hide his thoughts, admitted that Shao Wendong had mentioned this matter to him, and tried every means to exhaust Liu Wuxie's true energy.
"In that case, let's fight!"
No matter how much you say, you still have to see the truth in the end.
The strong killing intent was unscrupulously released from the two of them, rushing to the surroundings, and the entire ring was enveloped by the killing intent.
"You are arrogant, let me finish you!"
The broad sword in Wen Haoran's hand pointed at Liu Wuxie, and the fierce hurricane flickered, covering a radius of several kilometers.
Liu Wuxie lightly raised the evil blade, his face was calm and unchanged, facing the fifth layer of Tiangang, he still didn't know the odds of winning.
Shocking Mu Yongyuan back with one palm does not mean that his strength is much higher than that of the opponent. At that time, in the demon world, Mu Yongyuan didn't dare to love too much, so he left in a hurry.
Wen Haoran has been hiding for so long, just waiting for the outer sect competition to become famous in one fell swoop, and seeing that he is about to succeed, he must show all his strength.
The long sword slashed down in the air, and the terrifying waves rolled over. Liu Wuxie's body moved and was almost swept away by the hurricane.
The power of this sword is extraordinary, Wen Haoran's attack is a killer move, not giving Liu Wuxie any chance.
"Good come!"
Instead of retreating, Liu Wuxie advanced, raised the evil blade in his hand, and used the deadly saber technique.
There is no terrifying air wave fluctuation, nor sharp sword aura, but it looks very gentle.
Hurricane swordsmanship takes a strong path, while Liu Wuxie does the opposite, using the gentlest means to crack the Hurricane swordsmanship.
One strong and one weak, two completely different styles of play.
"Boom boom boom..."
Wherever the hurricane swordsmanship passed, the bluestones on the ring continued to explode.
The place where Liu Wuxie was standing just now has long been razed to the ground, and the arena has become riddled with holes, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.
After stepping on the Seven Stars, Liu Wuxie avoided it, and her body appeared on the side of the ring, and the evil blade suddenly slashed down.
It seems to be very fast, but in fact it is like lightning, coming in the blink of an eye.
The attack speed of the two was very fast, every move and every style, as if after thousands of tempers, Liu Wuxie still did not sacrifice the power of the sky.
He is waiting!
It would be interesting to kill Wen Haoran suddenly when he thought he would win.
Facing Liu Wuxie's sharp knife, Wen Haoran remained indifferent, and cut the broad sword in his hand.
"Chong!"
The flames splashed everywhere, Wen Haoran's broad sword was not Luo Mingyang's long sword, it was of a much higher grade.
In this collision, the two sides were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
"Where did this kid come from, and he can resist Tiangang's five heavy blows."
The eyeballs of the later inner disciples almost popped out, but they didn't quite believe what they learned from other people just now.
After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that they were not lying. Liu Wuxie's strength was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"This is too awesome. It's still good at the inner sect. Isn't it a leap forward!"
The treatment enjoyed by the outer sect cannot be compared with that of the inner sect.
With Liu Wuxie's talent, if he enters the inner sect, as long as he works steadily, within three years, he will be able to rise strongly.
The battle between Shao Wendong and Chen Lin has already started. The two are very familiar with each other's strength, and they are still testing each other.
In the end, it must be a big move, one move will determine the outcome.
Relying on ordinary moves, winners and losers are quickly determined.
They know each other too well, and they know exactly what exercises and martial arts the other party is practicing.
In terms of appreciation, it is far inferior to Liu Wuxie.
The two of them are not familiar with each other. When attacking, they must guard against each other and kill their opponents with all their strength.
A strong wave of qi surged in, Liu Wuxie felt her arms go numb, and Wen Haoran's zhenqi was so pure that Luo Mingyang could never compare.
Wen Haoran's face changed, and at the moment of the collision, he seemed to have hit a big mountain.
The force returned almost shattered the tendons in his arms, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the depths of his eyes.
With all his energies, the terrifying hurricane was like a whirlpool, and Liu Wuxie was deeply trapped in it.
This should be the most powerful move of Hurricane Sword Art, Wen Haoran didn't dare to be careless.
"What's going on, it's only been three rounds of fighting, Wen Haoran sacrificed a hurricane vortex, could it be that Liu Wuxie can really threaten him."
Xuan Mingfeng's disciple stood up, looking at the changes in the arena in puzzlement.
This is illogical. It stands to reason that Wen Haoran should have killed Liu Wuxie long ago.
At the moment when the vortex was formed, Liu Wuxie's eyes shrank, and the evil blade was raised again, and it was forcibly chopped down.
"Three ways to kill!"
Although the third form of killing is not as varied as the fourth form, the attack power of the third form is stronger.
"Rumble..."
There was a shaking in the space, and the deacon standing under the ring couldn't bear it, and his body quickly retreated.
The vortex in the middle of the arena fluctuated and was on the verge of breaking.
"Liu Wuxie, it's useless, you will definitely die today!"
Wen Haoran let out a scream, and suddenly pressed down the broad sword in his hand, and the vortex continued to spread around, getting bigger and bigger.
Liu Wuxie was deeply trapped in the vortex, hacking several times in a row, unable to tear it apart.
If this continues, the powerful tearing force of the vortex will tear his body apart.
"Brother Wen Haoran, come on, kill this kid."
Some disciples of Xuanming Peak stood up, shouted Wen Haoran's name, and quickly killed Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie slammed left and right, tried several times, and used the deadly knife technique again and again, but couldn't tear the hurricane vortex.
This is not a good sign, Bai Lin and the others were extremely anxious.
If it's a normal fight, it's fine, it's a big deal to admit defeat, this is a life-and-death battle, and there will be no end to death.
Jian Xing'er stood up, put her hands on her chest, and prayed silently.
She still doesn't know that Liu Wuxie has broken through the Tiangang Realm, and only Liu Wuxie knows that she has broken through the Tiangang Realm after retreating.
"Junior Brother Liu, admit defeat!"
Those who supported Liu Wuxie stood up and asked him to admit defeat. At worst, he would apologize to Wen Haoran, which would be a hundred times better than dying in the ring.
"Hmph, once the battle begins, neither side must admit defeat."
Xuanmingfeng and Tuyuefeng's disciples jumped out, they were silent for a long time.
Battle after battle, Liu Wuxie refreshed their cognition again and again, each time it was like a resounding slap in the face, and they could finally feel proud.
The vortex is still intensifying, and the battle has only just begun. It is really rare for Wen Haoran to make such a strong move.
Elder Tian Xing showed concern, Liu Wuxie was brought back by the eldest lady, if something happened, the eldest lady asked how to explain it.
No one is allowed to interfere in the outer sect competition, and Liu Wuxie initiated the life-and-death battle, and no one else is qualified to intervene.
The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to Liu Wuxie, and it can be said that it is in danger.
The vortex showed signs of shrinking, from ten meters in diameter to about five meters, and the space for Liu Wuxie's activities was reduced.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Wen Haoran's mouth, as if he saw the scene where Liu Wuxie died under his sword.
Kill Liu Wuxie and compete for the championship.
The discussion on the field gradually disappeared, and the whirlpool was only about three meters away.
"Liu Wuxie seems to have given up!"
Such a small vortex, even Shao Wendong, is hard to break.
On the surface, Liu Wuxie did give up, and tried several times, but all failed.
Just when everyone thought that Liu Wuxie was bound to die, a violent wave suddenly appeared in the field.
It suddenly shot out from the vortex, like a galaxy, rushing from the middle area of the ring to the sky.
A new vortex appeared and began to swallow Wen Haoran's vortex.
The sudden situation caught everyone off guard.
"What happened, you look at the field."
Everyone was stunned, and another vortex appeared in the vortex, which was too incredible.
At first everyone thought it was Wen Haoran who created it, but as time went by, one-third of the vortex Wen Haoran released was swallowed up.
Thousands of people gathered around Liu Wuxie's arena. They were so close, but they couldn't find any clues. This vortex seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Look, Liu Wuxie's realm..."
"It's not fair, senior brother Shao Wendong and senior sister Chen Lin met earlier."
The disciples of Tiankun Peak and Dishi Peak all stood up, looking at the bamboo sticks in Shao Wendong's hands that were the same as those in Chen Lin's, showing anger.
Their meeting ahead of time meant that one of them would lose the title of champion.
This battle will eventually tell the winner.
The loser will compete for No.3.
Liu Wuxie's opponent was Wen Haoran, and this result was already expected by Liu Wuxie.
The four walked towards the ring. In order not to affect other people's battle, Liu Wuxie and Wen Haoran chose the left side, and Chen Lin and Wen Haoran chose the right side, with a distance of more than 500 meters.
It can not only guarantee viewing, but also not affect each other's engagement.
"Liu Wuxie, you have finally fallen into my hands. In this battle, you will definitely die."
Wen Haoran also held grudges about the black practice room, and never had the chance to kill Liu Wuxie.
"Life and death battle!"
The evil blade in Liu Wuxie's hand pointed at Wen Haoran, and said three words coldly.
That being the case, why bother talking nonsense, life and death is the battle.
"What, they are going to fight to the death!"
Everyone thought they were crazy. Why did they choose such a crazy move when they came to this point and secured the top four.
Elder Tian Xing showed displeasure on his face, thinking that Liu Wuxie was too crazy, and there was still hope for winning No.3.
The whole martial arts arena suddenly boiled, and even Shao Wendong and Chen Lin came to see it together.
"This kid..."
Chen Lin smiled wryly, not knowing what to say.
"To be grandstanding, luck will run out one day."
Shao Wendong showed a tinge of chills, thinking that Liu Wuxie was sensationalizing, and in the previous few life-and-death battles, he won all of them when he encountered weaker opponents.
There will be no such good luck in the future, Wen Haoran is not an ordinary disciple, his strength is extremely strong, even if it is him, it will not be easy to win.
"I don't think so, I always feel like he's hiding something."
The point of view given by Chen Lin, she had talked with Liu Wuxie, doesn't seem like the kind of person who is aimless.
There are various opinions, and most of them think that Liu Wuxie is crazy, which is not a normal person's behavior.
Hearing the battle of life and death, Wen Haoran hesitated for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Right on my mind!"
Wen Haoran agreed to Liu Wuxie's life-and-death battle, this time, they will not stop dying.
"Shao Wendong asked you to do this. Even if you can't kill me, you should consume my true energy as much as possible to fight for him."
There was a sneer at the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth, piercing through Wen Haoran's little thought.
"So what if you guessed it, anyway, you will die soon."
Wen Haoran didn't hide his thoughts, admitted that Shao Wendong had mentioned this matter to him, and tried every means to exhaust Liu Wuxie's true energy.
"In that case, let's fight!"
No matter how much you say, you still have to see the truth in the end.
The strong killing intent was unscrupulously released from the two of them, rushing to the surroundings, and the entire ring was enveloped by the killing intent.
"You are arrogant, let me finish you!"
The broad sword in Wen Haoran's hand pointed at Liu Wuxie, and the fierce hurricane flickered, covering a radius of several kilometers.
Liu Wuxie lightly raised the evil blade, his face was calm and unchanged, facing the fifth layer of Tiangang, he still didn't know the odds of winning.
Shocking Mu Yongyuan back with one palm does not mean that his strength is much higher than that of the opponent. At that time, in the demon world, Mu Yongyuan didn't dare to love too much, so he left in a hurry.
Wen Haoran has been hiding for so long, just waiting for the outer sect competition to become famous in one fell swoop, and seeing that he is about to succeed, he must show all his strength.
The long sword slashed down in the air, and the terrifying waves rolled over. Liu Wuxie's body moved and was almost swept away by the hurricane.
The power of this sword is extraordinary, Wen Haoran's attack is a killer move, not giving Liu Wuxie any chance.
"Good come!"
Instead of retreating, Liu Wuxie advanced, raised the evil blade in his hand, and used the deadly saber technique.
There is no terrifying air wave fluctuation, nor sharp sword aura, but it looks very gentle.
Hurricane swordsmanship takes a strong path, while Liu Wuxie does the opposite, using the gentlest means to crack the Hurricane swordsmanship.
One strong and one weak, two completely different styles of play.
"Boom boom boom..."
Wherever the hurricane swordsmanship passed, the bluestones on the ring continued to explode.
The place where Liu Wuxie was standing just now has long been razed to the ground, and the arena has become riddled with holes, and the original appearance can no longer be seen.
After stepping on the Seven Stars, Liu Wuxie avoided it, and her body appeared on the side of the ring, and the evil blade suddenly slashed down.
It seems to be very fast, but in fact it is like lightning, coming in the blink of an eye.
The attack speed of the two was very fast, every move and every style, as if after thousands of tempers, Liu Wuxie still did not sacrifice the power of the sky.
He is waiting!
It would be interesting to kill Wen Haoran suddenly when he thought he would win.
Facing Liu Wuxie's sharp knife, Wen Haoran remained indifferent, and cut the broad sword in his hand.
"Chong!"
The flames splashed everywhere, Wen Haoran's broad sword was not Luo Mingyang's long sword, it was of a much higher grade.
In this collision, the two sides were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
"Where did this kid come from, and he can resist Tiangang's five heavy blows."
The eyeballs of the later inner disciples almost popped out, but they didn't quite believe what they learned from other people just now.
After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that they were not lying. Liu Wuxie's strength was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"This is too awesome. It's still good at the inner sect. Isn't it a leap forward!"
The treatment enjoyed by the outer sect cannot be compared with that of the inner sect.
With Liu Wuxie's talent, if he enters the inner sect, as long as he works steadily, within three years, he will be able to rise strongly.
The battle between Shao Wendong and Chen Lin has already started. The two are very familiar with each other's strength, and they are still testing each other.
In the end, it must be a big move, one move will determine the outcome.
Relying on ordinary moves, winners and losers are quickly determined.
They know each other too well, and they know exactly what exercises and martial arts the other party is practicing.
In terms of appreciation, it is far inferior to Liu Wuxie.
The two of them are not familiar with each other. When attacking, they must guard against each other and kill their opponents with all their strength.
A strong wave of qi surged in, Liu Wuxie felt her arms go numb, and Wen Haoran's zhenqi was so pure that Luo Mingyang could never compare.
Wen Haoran's face changed, and at the moment of the collision, he seemed to have hit a big mountain.
The force returned almost shattered the tendons in his arms, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the depths of his eyes.
With all his energies, the terrifying hurricane was like a whirlpool, and Liu Wuxie was deeply trapped in it.
This should be the most powerful move of Hurricane Sword Art, Wen Haoran didn't dare to be careless.
"What's going on, it's only been three rounds of fighting, Wen Haoran sacrificed a hurricane vortex, could it be that Liu Wuxie can really threaten him."
Xuan Mingfeng's disciple stood up, looking at the changes in the arena in puzzlement.
This is illogical. It stands to reason that Wen Haoran should have killed Liu Wuxie long ago.
At the moment when the vortex was formed, Liu Wuxie's eyes shrank, and the evil blade was raised again, and it was forcibly chopped down.
"Three ways to kill!"
Although the third form of killing is not as varied as the fourth form, the attack power of the third form is stronger.
"Rumble..."
There was a shaking in the space, and the deacon standing under the ring couldn't bear it, and his body quickly retreated.
The vortex in the middle of the arena fluctuated and was on the verge of breaking.
"Liu Wuxie, it's useless, you will definitely die today!"
Wen Haoran let out a scream, and suddenly pressed down the broad sword in his hand, and the vortex continued to spread around, getting bigger and bigger.
Liu Wuxie was deeply trapped in the vortex, hacking several times in a row, unable to tear it apart.
If this continues, the powerful tearing force of the vortex will tear his body apart.
"Brother Wen Haoran, come on, kill this kid."
Some disciples of Xuanming Peak stood up, shouted Wen Haoran's name, and quickly killed Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie slammed left and right, tried several times, and used the deadly knife technique again and again, but couldn't tear the hurricane vortex.
This is not a good sign, Bai Lin and the others were extremely anxious.
If it's a normal fight, it's fine, it's a big deal to admit defeat, this is a life-and-death battle, and there will be no end to death.
Jian Xing'er stood up, put her hands on her chest, and prayed silently.
She still doesn't know that Liu Wuxie has broken through the Tiangang Realm, and only Liu Wuxie knows that she has broken through the Tiangang Realm after retreating.
"Junior Brother Liu, admit defeat!"
Those who supported Liu Wuxie stood up and asked him to admit defeat. At worst, he would apologize to Wen Haoran, which would be a hundred times better than dying in the ring.
"Hmph, once the battle begins, neither side must admit defeat."
Xuanmingfeng and Tuyuefeng's disciples jumped out, they were silent for a long time.
Battle after battle, Liu Wuxie refreshed their cognition again and again, each time it was like a resounding slap in the face, and they could finally feel proud.
The vortex is still intensifying, and the battle has only just begun. It is really rare for Wen Haoran to make such a strong move.
Elder Tian Xing showed concern, Liu Wuxie was brought back by the eldest lady, if something happened, the eldest lady asked how to explain it.
No one is allowed to interfere in the outer sect competition, and Liu Wuxie initiated the life-and-death battle, and no one else is qualified to intervene.
The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to Liu Wuxie, and it can be said that it is in danger.
The vortex showed signs of shrinking, from ten meters in diameter to about five meters, and the space for Liu Wuxie's activities was reduced.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Wen Haoran's mouth, as if he saw the scene where Liu Wuxie died under his sword.
Kill Liu Wuxie and compete for the championship.
The discussion on the field gradually disappeared, and the whirlpool was only about three meters away.
"Liu Wuxie seems to have given up!"
Such a small vortex, even Shao Wendong, is hard to break.
On the surface, Liu Wuxie did give up, and tried several times, but all failed.
Just when everyone thought that Liu Wuxie was bound to die, a violent wave suddenly appeared in the field.
It suddenly shot out from the vortex, like a galaxy, rushing from the middle area of the ring to the sky.
A new vortex appeared and began to swallow Wen Haoran's vortex.
The sudden situation caught everyone off guard.
"What happened, you look at the field."
Everyone was stunned, and another vortex appeared in the vortex, which was too incredible.
At first everyone thought it was Wen Haoran who created it, but as time went by, one-third of the vortex Wen Haoran released was swallowed up.
Thousands of people gathered around Liu Wuxie's arena. They were so close, but they couldn't find any clues. This vortex seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Look, Liu Wuxie's realm..."
